Naura Keyra

NR_ KaRa(2)

Keyra pecked herself in the mirror, after it felt enough, the girl grabbed her sling bag and then went down to meet Rafka.

When it was on the most basic floor of the mansion, Keyra immediately found Rafka who was sitting relaxed on the sofa with legs crossed.

The young man smiled mesem, his net seemed to sparkle looking at the screen of his phone.

“Af..”

Rafka looked up, he got up from his seat and grabbed the girl's arm.

“Come,” Keyra snapped when Rafka pulled his arm. He brought himself out of the mansion.

Outside, stand gallantly a black sport bike. “Si white where Af?” Asked Keyra with a frown.

“White I sell,” sahut Rafka alibi, even though his favorite motorbike was damaged because it was destroyed by someone who according to his prank.

Where there's a prank until it's ogeb!

Before wearing Keyra's helmet, Rafka first ruffled Keyra's brown hair. “Lets go Naura!”

“I should have said that, bangsul!” Gerrutu Keyra with riding the motorbike, his hands are on the shoulders of Rafka.

Rafka only chuckles while advancing his motorbike at medium speed.

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Keyra pulls the tip of Rafka's denim jacket, the girl enthusiastically approaches the wig shop which makes Rafka astonished.

“This is why are you making me go to the wig shop? That fake last shit same bullet glasses, now? Jeez what's in your shrimp brain anyway?” Rafka held off Keyra's arm that was about to enter the store.

“Plan I also want to be a nerd so there is a cogan who has a crush on me as is.” Keyra said.

Rafka rotate his eyes lazy, “in front of lo cogan gini, men's nyari which is clearly just in the brain halu lo this,” Rafka flicked Keyra's forehead softly.

Keyra flicked his hand in front of Rafka's face, “free handsome if anyone has, yhaaa!”

“According to me, a handsome guy if he has a regular guy, cake komuk lo,” he added flat.

Jleb

Rafka pecked, letting Keyra into the store, standing leaning back, holding the area of her chest that was beating fast.

Whatisthis? Why again and again he was pounding just because of the girl's speech and gaze.

It seems that it is true, Keyra has a spell that is able to charm himself and also his other friends.

“What are the advantages of a Naura? He's krempeng, komuk b aja, no plus-plus his. Yhaaaa!” Different words of mouth different words of heart.

Keyra is beautiful and Rafka admits it,

Keyra is interesting, different from the girls out there and Rafka can't dodge anymore.

“Arghh what the hell?” Rafka ruffled her hair in frustration, she did not accept with her heart that seemed to be the opposite of her brain.

Many passers-by who look at him fondly, there are also those who look at him amazed.

They think Rafka is a madman who got lost in that big mall. But her disheveled hair even adds a plus to her face.

“Eum, Mas, can I have a photo together?” Rafka jumped when two teenage girls invited him to take photos. The young man raised his eyebrows, “Sit says the same to me?”

The two girls simultaneously nodded in spirit, “iya Mas! Can ya?”

“Bby,” Rafka pulls the tip of her lips slightly as one girl directs her phone.

Adding a cool impression if only once this met a Rafka. “Makasih Mas, can you ask for his number?”

“Bol--”

“By the way,” a girl who just came directly snatched the phone belonging to the girl who asked for Rafka's number and typed something there.

“Loh, have you finished Ra?” Keyra ignored Rafka's question. After that he returned the phone with a sweet smile, but in the eyes of the two girls, Keyra's smile was deadly.

“Udah yes, my fiance is odd, so maklumin ya?!”

The two girls felt the fur on their sides standing up, after giving an awkward smile, both of them passed.

“Udah have a girl, have a fiancee, was still less yes Af?” Ask Keyra to relax.

“Hah how? How did you come out? Is it finished?” Rafka scratched his nape wrongly.

“Lupain, does buying a wig have to be long? No?” Keyra knitted her hand.

Rafka is confused to see Keyra who seems uncomfortable in front of the wig shop. The young man pulled out Keyra's right hand and linked it on his finger.

“Lo jealous yes?”

Tbc

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